Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

She grabbed Xia Ruoxin's clothes and bit her softly, as if using her clothes as a baby bottle.

Xia Ruo smiled reluctantly, who said that her drizzle was obedient, in fact, sometimes she was very angry. For example, now.

She touched her little face with a light rain with her fingers, and the little one was still biting her clothes, but she didn't want to give her a response. She laughed, look, get angry, lose her temper.

She quickly picked up the bottle and placed it next to the small mouth of the raindrop. The little boy held it with both hands and drank the milk inside.

Really grumpy little girl, she pulled over the quilt to cover her daughter's little feet, and put her hands on her excellent hair. The child had a very good head and had a thick and dark hair, just like her.

She carefully depicts her daughter's small face. For a month, she has grown a little longer, but this face looks more and more like her. If it is like him, it may be that she has pupils and is extremely dark. Black pupil. And she was very fortunate that the child looked like her, and she would not see the shadow of the man from her body.

She's just her daughter, not someone else's.

"Small rain, do you know? Mother really loves you." She carefully hugged her sleeping daughter in her arms, and pressed her child's overly delicate face lightly.

"Small rain, you can be discharged tomorrow, and we can go home. Although our home is very old, and although our mother is very poor, you have to believe that mother will love you with everything."

"It will give your mother everything she can do."

After the inspection, the raindrops were fine. Her fever has subsided, and she is now a healthy baby again. She brought a few pieces of clothes, and Xia Ruoxin took her daughter out of the hospital. It didn't come out for a few days, the sun seemed to be out, and her eyes hurt a little.

She lowered her head, Xiaoyudian was obviously very happy, turning her eyes from time to time, wondering what was exciting?

Her little hand was still holding Xia Ruoxin's hair, and she didn't have much strength, so she didn't make Xia Ruoxin feel pain.

Back in her own small warehouse, Xia Ruoxin coaxed her daughter, so she went out and went to each household to collect clothes. She can now be said to be penniless. If she does n’t work anymore, she and her drizzle It's really starving.

Packing one after another, she took a lot of clothes and walked to the small warehouse where she lived, and she held some money in her hand. When I heard that the child was sick, everyone took it first. I gave her more money to wash clothes, saying that the clothes were too thick to wash, so I gave more, and her eyes were always very red, when she was most helpless and most difficult It turned out that it was only those people she didn't know, not her relatives, mother, and husband.

She opened the door. The little guy on the bed didn't know when he woke up, and stretched out his short, fat hand, yelling from time to time in his mouth.

Xia Ruoxin quickly put down her clothes, ran over, and hugged her daughter. She touched the child's diaper, and it was really wet. She put her daughter into her clothes, and warmed her daughter's small body with her own body.

She lowered her head and put her hands on the child's face.

And the child seemed to like this temperature very much, and fell asleep again. I don't know how many nights. When she was cold, Xia Ruoxin always used her body to warm her unconscious daughter.